Monkey Wrench Saison Ale

My step-sister* visited recently and brought me a six-pack of 750ml bottles from Fegley’s BrewWorks. The “BrewWorks” consist of three locations in the Lehigh Valley.

I visited the Allentown location (or was it Bethlehem?) a looooong time ago and haven’t had a chance to get back. Besides, she brought it all that way…

It’s a pale yellow color, like corn silk, and clear (which is unusual for the style). Fizzy white head. Fruity aroma with some orange zest. Light, fruity flavor, with a bit of bite, probably from the carbonation and the 7% ABV. Pretty refreshing on a hot July day, if a bit overcarbonated.


* Not precisely, but close enough

Women may make better professional beer tasters than men

In a Wall Street Journal article, the idea that women may make better beer tasters (primarily at the big industrial brewers where it’s vitally important that each batch taste the same as the previous thousands) is explored.

No glass ceiling for the best job in the world

At many companies, the assembled panelists would have been men, typically brew masters and other technical types. And it makes sense. To judge from TV commercials, men like beer better than women do and sometimes even seem to like beer more than they like women.

But the British company SABMiller PLC decided several years ago to reach deeper into its employee pool to find adept tasters, inviting marketers, secretaries and others to try their hand. The company concluded that women were drinking men under the table.

“We have found that females often are more sensitive about the levels of flavor in beer,” says Barry Axcell, SABMiller’s chief brewer. Women trained as tasters outshine their male counterparts, he says.

Honestly, this doesn’t surprise me at all. My wife has a much more sensitive nose than I do. (Which she reminds me of all of the time, often right before she reminds me to clean the cat boxes.) I often ask her to sniff a beer I’m sampling to see if she picks up something more subtle than I have been able to detect.

The best beer in the world is…

Some weeks ago, the company that employs me for failed to (re-)win any of the contracts at the government entity where I do my work.

The company was surprised. I suppose my co-workers and I would also have been surprised if we weren’t so shell-shocked that suddenly our jobs were gone. Well, gone as of the end of the contract.

I put everything aside and started my job hunt. I hit the job boards, polished and re-polished my resume, called people I knew, and filled out an obscene number of online applications. With this economy, after all, one can’t leave anything to chance.

My hard work paid off. Last week I received two offers. It was a hard choice, but I took the one that’s best for my family.

When I got the first offer, I went out for a well-deserved beer* and buffalo wings with my friend and co-worker Chris, who’d recently gotten his own offer, to celebrate.

Man, that’s good. That may be the best beer I’ve ever had.

The best beer in the world is the one you celebrate with when you become gainfully (re-)employed.


* In this case, it happens to have been a Barley and Hops Schifferstadt Stout